Last days of summer

An old friend visited me last week. We took a walk around the historic east side of Santa Fe after a glass of wine. The light was so beautiful; there was moisture in the air from recent rains, and all the plants seemed to be humming.

I always get seduced by Santa Fe this time of year. The monsoons let me know there is hope in the flow of water. There is abundance in every moment despite living in a high desert climate that can be harsh beyond measure.

I am grateful for every little moment; for all the lessons presented to me, and for continually being compelled to sip from the chalice of understanding.